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Lest life's young golden beams should die,

In sudden, endless night.


S. M. 249.

The Sinner arrested. 1 MY former hopes are fled,

My terror now begins;
My guilty soul, alas! is dead

In trespasses and sins." 2 Ah! whither shall I fly ?

Where seek for mercy's door?
The law proclaims destruction nigh,

And justice armed with power. 3 When I review my ways,

I dread th' impending doom ;
While yet some friendly whisper says,

“ Flee from the wrath to come !" 4 Oh! that I now might see

Some glimmering from afar,
Some beam of hope to dawn on me,
And save me from despair.

7s and 68. 250.

The Sinner disquieted.
I WHY sinks my soul desponding ?

Why fill my eyes with tears ?
While nature all-surrounding

The smile of beauty wears:
Why, burdened now with sorrow,

Is every lab'ring thought?
Each vision that I borrow,

With gloom and sadness fraught? 2 The pleasures that deceived me

My soul no more can charm;
of rest they oft bereaved me,

And filled me with alarm;
The objects, I have cherished,

Are empty as the wind;
My earthly joys have perished ;-

What comfort shall I find 1

3 If inward, still enquiring,

I turn my searching eye,
Or upward, now aspiring,

I raise my feeble cry,
No heavenly light is beaming

To cheer my troubled breast,
No ray of comfort gleaming

To give my spirit rest.
4 My soul! from this dread anguish,

Is there no refuge nigh ?
'T is guilt that makes thee languish,

And leaves thee thus to die :
Renounce thy sin and folly

Before the throne of grace;
And make the Lord, most holy,
Thy strength and righteousness.

C. M. 251.

Conviction by the Law. 1 LORD! how secure my conscience was,

And felt no inward dread!
I was alive withont the law,

And thought my sins were dead. 2 My hopes of heaven were firm and bright;

But since the precept came,
With a convincing power and light,

I find how vile I am.
3 My guilt appeared but small before,

Till terribly I saw-
How perfect, holy, just, and pure,

Is thine eternal law.
4 Then felt my soul the heavy load,

My sins revived again :
I have provoked a dreadful God,

And all my hopes are slain.
5 My God! I cry with every breath

For some kind power to save,-.
To break the yoke of sin and death
And thus redeem the slave.

L. M.
252. The Strivings of the Spirit.
I SAY, sinner! hath a voice within

Oft whispered to thy secret soul,

Urged thee to leave the ways of sin,

And yield thy heart to God's control 3
2 Sinner! it was a heavenly voice,-

It was the Spirit's gracious call;
It bade thee make the better choice,

And haste to seek in Christ thine all.
3 Spurn not the call to life and light;

Regard, in time, the warning kind;
That call thou may'st not always slight,

And yet the gate of mercy find.
4 God's Spirit will not always strive

With hardened, self-destroying man;
Ye, who persist his love to grièvė,

May never hear his voice again.
6 Sinner! perhaps, this very day,

Thy last accepted time may be:
Oh! should'st thou grieve him now away;
Then hope may never beam on thee.

S. M. 253.

Man condemned before God.
| AH! how shall fallen man

Be just before his God?
If he contend in righteousness,

We fall beneath his rod.
2 If he our ways should mark,

With strict enquiring eyes,
Could we, for one of thousand faults,

A just excuse dévise ?
3 All-seeing, powerful God!

Who can with thee contend 3
Or who, that tries th’ unequal strife,

Shall prosper in the end?
4 The mountains, in thy wrath,

Their ancient seats forsake;
The trembling earth deserts her place,

Her rooted pillars shake.
5 Ah ! how shall guilty man

Contend with such a God ?
None--none can meet him, and escape,

But through the Saviour's blood.

S. M.
The evil Heart.


1 ASTONISHED and distressed,
I turn mine eyes within ;-
My heart with loads of guilt oppressed,
The seat of every sin.

2 What crowds of evil thoughts,
What vile affections there!
Distrust, presumption, artful guile,
Pride, envy, slavish fear!
3 Almighty King of saints!
These hateful sins subdue;
Dispel the darkness from my mind,
And all my powers renew.

4 This done, my cheerful voice
Shall loud hosannas raise;
My soul shall glow with gratitude,-
My lips pronounce thy praise.


C. M.

The Saviour's Invitation.

255. 1 THE Saviour calls-let every ear Attend the heavenly sound; Ye doubting souls! dismiss your fear, Hope smiles reviving round.

2 For every thirsty, longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow,
And life, and health, and bliss impart,
To banish mortal wo.

3 Ye sinners! come; 't is mercy's voice; The gracious call obey;

Mercy invites to heavenly joys,-
And can you yet delay?

4 Dear Saviour! draw reluctant hearts;
To thee let sinners fly,
And take the bliss thy love imparts,
And drink, and never die.

L. M.


weary Penitent.

Rest for the 1 COME, weary souls! with sin distressed, Come, and accept the promised rest; The Saviour's gracious call obey, And cast your gloomy fears away. 2 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows, To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes; Pardon and life, and endless peace,How rich the gift, how free the grace ! 3 Lord! we accept, with thankful heart, The hope thy gracious words impart; We come, with trembling; yet rejoice, And bless the kind inviting voice.

4 Dear Saviour! let thy powerful love Confirm our faith,-our fears remove; Oh! sweetly reign in every breast, And guide us to eternal rest.

C. M.

The Gospel-Trumpet.


1 LET every mortal ear attend,
And every heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the gospel sounds,
With an inviting voice.

2 Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toils
To fill th' immortal mind!-

3 Eternal wisdom has prepared
A soul-reviving feast,
And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.

4 Ho! ye that pant for living streams,
And pine away and die!

Here you may quench your raging thirst
With springs that never dry.

5 Rivers of love and mercy, here,
In a rich ocean join;
Salvation in abundance flows,

Like floods of milk and wine.

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